Luyện nghe bài hát French

Got all the black bitches mad cause my bitch vanilla
She trying to get her groove back Stella, grab the umbrella
When it comes to your perception of my I'm Helen Keller
When it comes to the perfection of my shit I you
smell the rectum I'm like a chromosome i always X
Like steps in attacking a deadly weapon
I'm a church to sell coke and Led Zeppelin,
and f-ck in her ass... ha ha... yo
I'm fucking up in the forest
In the three bear house their motherf-cking porridge
I her it's my house, give her a tour
In my basement, and keep that locked up in my storage
Rape her and record it, then it with more shit
Octopussy effect, the wet bitches be banging
And please disrespect my set with cannons
Hanging my neck like it's a motherf-cking circus

You little n-ggas better check my
You getting money better check my
Ah, what is it, huh? Check my French
If you cop my you better check my French,

I'm making moves, my French
I speak but check my French
Your hoe be on my penis she check my French,

I I left my dignity up in the cupboard
cause every im digging, when im digging in her pussy
im using a rubber
but it I guess i gotta steach it out like it was flubber
and it drippin green and red like it was doubble cheese buggers
on cum like bubble gum from hubbard
This bitch knew dick like Bubba shimp
(Laughing)
Yo Im seventeen, already sniffin
I tell my friends its asthma every time I to itch my throat
I got a new for MTV, "Pimp My Boat"
Cause bitch said my semen was dirty, that silly ho
The most that they can do is me, Im hiding
somewhere where Chris Stokes cant me
Oh no Mister Stokes I dont like no
Dont tell R. Kelly, where my little go?

You little niggas better my French
You getting money better check my
Ahh, what time is it, huh? my French
If you cop my shit you better check my French,
Im making moves my French
I English but check my French
Your hoe be on my penis she check my French,

Yo you little niggas better check my
I got allstars and you can check my
Left Brain, super three, Creator Ace puttin the expressions in music and the face
Of the picture, figured out ahhh I get you
No you dont nigga so why dont you go
You seem confused anyway, enough?
You the of dude to choke when the pressure is up
The pressure is to and pressure is us
havin eargasms and the pleasure is us
Niggas be O.F. and write letters to us
Competition's competition, yo you than us?
Digest what Im I dont think so
We sick shit, throw it up down in the yo
The odd niggas are to spill these pink hoes
We think sorta odd so we so

Crusin in my go kart at walmart cupcakes
Go ahead it faggot this shit is tighter then buttrape
That involves franks and silver duct tape
and hormones and boxes of DiGiornos
You homos is loco your prolly drinking
with some vatos with the door closed watchin you homos